The letters on the floor were clear, as far as my destination was concerned: Fleet Science Center.
At least he gave me an address…
A few hours later, still hopped up on caffeine and plenty of frustration, I drove up Park Boulevard to Fleet Science Center. I wasn’t sure what I was doing there just yet, but I figured I’d meet Wyatt somewhere inside, so I parked my Daisy out front, then went around the building.
Balboa Park wasn’t all that busy at noon, with only a few parents and their kids out and about. It was a school day, after all. The circular fountain caught my eye, as water gushed out, its murmurs soothing my nerves.
I walked through the main entrance and stopped by the reception desk, where two young ladies flashed me bright smiles, their name tags telling me everything I needed
